A goddess with golden hair and brown skin whose beauty, while enchanting everyone around her, could captivate, inspire, and even kill if one became too obsessed. Looking into her golden eyes was the same as asking to go to heaven just by seeing them. Her body was sculpted by the god himself, who gave her perfect genetics for his greatest artwork.
"Without a doubt, if you ever encounter such beauty, make sure to make her fall in love with you, for that is a sign that your life rests in the arms of our goddess."
This story was mainly told to the boys in the classroom, who looked in awe at the painting left by the goddess expressing her desire for the birth of her greatest art in the real world.
"I want her."
The story was aimed mostly at the boys, but even the girls in the room blushed at the sight of such beauty in that painting. One of those girls was Lamia, who simply couldn't change her personal taste after seeing that art.
"Goddess of love, could you send this goddess into my arms? Maybe it's impossible since I wouldn't be worthy of such a gift, but I'd at least like to see her."
Lamia's cheeks were flushed as she knelt before that painting of the goddess. At that time, she was fourteen years old, and upon not receiving any answer from the goddess, she decided to at least search for an inner beauty that could resemble it in other girls — the reason why she gathered girls who liked her, all sharing the same goal of finding a beauty that could reproduce those feelings.
"I hope my goddess at least lets me find someone who gives me that feeling in a person."
It wasn't just them who had these feelings, because the people of her own continent who saw that art harbored the same emotions. The difference was that Lamia and the five girls she gathered allowed those emotions to bloom.
"No matter how many times I visit that artwork, it always reproduces the same feeling in me."
She sought the real-life embodiment of the art their goddess longed to see — not just for the goddess, but for themselves, each with her own obsession, growing stronger only to travel to other continents.
"Finding such great beauty would make my mother proud."
All this obsession with others' beauty had been passed down by her mother, who taught her before dying the night she lost her own beauty.
"Mother, watch me from the heavens as I continue trying to find the greatest beauty. I've found the art, but I still need to find the person."
Her love was reserved only for women, as her heart had been captured by the painting of her goddess of love — her perfect type, impossible to find. At least, that's what she thought.
"Enrico, my rematch— Wait, why do you look like a woman?"
"Kai? What are you doing here?"
"I was passing by this place with my team, then we saw the light and decided to check it out, especially after seeing that battle."
The girl who had just arrived was undoubtedly beautiful too, with her ocean-blue eyes, but there was simply no comparison between the two — the beauty Lamia sought was right beside the girl who had just shown up.
"I must say, you actually look quite beautiful in your female form."
"What do you mean? Wait, it's true—why do I have a girl's body? I'm seriously confused, but if you think this form is smarter, I can try to keep it."
"Interesting… very interesting, actually. Then I'll accept your rematch as soon as I can."
"Seriously? Great, I'll be waiting!"
Kai seemed quite excited, jumping in place, the only one not showing his inner turmoil despite his heart pounding from within, unable to understand the feeling. It was the first time in his life he'd seen someone so beautiful — and the best part, it was Enrico. But he buried that thought, focusing instead on the confirmation of their rematch. Meanwhile, his teammates, Valença and Rina, stood behind him, both members of Elaris's team seven, still stunned by Enrico's appearance.
"Anyway, we have to find a way out of here."
Sensing someone approaching, Enrico turned curiously and saw Lamia and her girls walking toward him as if hypnotized. Raising her hand, Lamia seemed ready to touch his face but pulled back, remembering what had happened earlier.
"Ahem… I'd like to apologize for my rudeness back there—"
"Subordinate, you look so beautiful. Could we go out with you like this one day?"
"Master, I don't care which form you prefer; I like both, though the male one is my favorite since it's that of our future husband."
"That's right, subordinate. This form would just be secondary — for experimenting."
Serenya cupped Enrico's cheeks, admiring his beauty, while Yumeha touched his shoulders, feeling how well-developed his body was in every sense of the word. Valença, Rina, and Elaris also seemed eager to touch Enrico's face.
"These girls are touching the art of our goddess."
"Lamia, what should we do? These two seem like they're trying to corrupt her somehow."
"Wait, I'm thinking."
As far as she remembered, those two had called Enrico their future husband and master — meaning they already had some kind of relationship, especially considering what he'd said to Elian.
"We just have to replace those girls somehow by winning her over. Then she'll be ours."
"You're right! We must prove to our goddess that we're worthy of touching her art, sisters!"
"YES, LET'S!"
The only problem was that Enrico was originally a man — but if they convinced him to keep this form, it wouldn't affect their thoughts at all.
'No one but these girls has ever rejected me without me even trying. So now that I'll try, no one can stop me.'
Rina raised her hands toward his chest but had them suddenly grabbed by Lamia, who appeared out of nowhere, as if that touch could corrupt something sacred.
"Could you please not try to defile the art of our goddess?"
"And who are you to stop me from touching my Ketsumei? And what do you mean, the art of your goddess?"
Yes, it was art — because the appearance of the figure in the painting was identical to Enrico's female form, only looking slightly younger. Which could only mean one thing:
'Her beauty will only grow even more.'